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He vision had that medicated, shower curtain haze. She was in a typical hospital room. There was a drip bag and IV pumps on her left, the tube snaking down her arm. The florescent bulb buzzed almost imperceptibly. A small TV on a swinging arm jutted out from the upper right hand corner, credits flashing across the screen, signalling the end of a program.
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The figure of a boy lay asleep in the chair next to the bed, his head resting in his hands. He looked as exhausted as she felt. He rolled his head to the side so her was now facing her, squinting from the sudden light. He opened his eyes fully, not believing what he saw.
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"Max?" came a whimper from the frail body connected to all the machines.
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"Liz! Oh my God, Liz!" He lent over and kissed her gently on the lips, trying not to disturb the fragile figure. "I'm so sorry!" he whispered in her ear as a lone tear rolled down his cheek. It felt good to be in his arms again, his breathing against hers. Even his spiky chin from not shaving felt good against her skin. She whished she could stay encased in his arms forever, but he broke away, trying to be gentle.
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"I should go get a doctor!"
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He sat next to her, holding her hand tightly as the doctor checked did his routine check. Max couldn't stop staring at her; she looked so skinny, so pale. He just wanted to hold her close to him and never let the outside world ever hurt her again. She turned her head on the pillow so she was now facing him. All she had to do was look into his eyes and knew all that he needed to. He squeezed her hand in response, still looking into her eyes. The doctor left her side and went to the end of the bed. Lifting up her folder sitting in the rack at the end, he opened it and scribbled something, before looking up at the couple.
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"Mrs Evans, your very lucky that your husband was able to get you here in time." He walked back to her side and picking up his pen from his pocket, pointed to just below her ribcage. "The bullet entered your chest and nicked the pericardial sac. That caused a large supply of blood to leak into the space between your heart and the sac. The EMT's had trouble locating your vital signs. We had to crack your chest…"
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He stoped, noticing that her eyes were closed. He looked up at the man sitting beside her. His face was worn out, and he looked as if he had to grow up too fast. The way he looked at his wife was almost breathtaking. He studied her so carefully, never letting go of her hand. Max was entranced in her. His eyes looked her over with preciseness, noting every cut, every graze, so he could later heal her. The doctor didn't want to disturb the moment, but there was a matter of urgency that he felt the man should be aware of.
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"Mr Evans, there is something that I would like to talk to you about in private!"
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Max looked up at the doctor, seeing how serious his face was, he kissed her hand and followed him out of the room. They went into a small room across the hall from Liz's.
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"Mr Evans, when the nurses took a sample of her blood, they found something that was quite strange."
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Max's whole body tensed up. He clenched his fists and bit his lip, knowing what they had found. Alien blood cells. When Liz started to change all those years ago and she developed powers, it must have affected her blood cells aswell. The doctor continued speaking, noticing the change in the man in front of him.
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"It seems that Liz's blood contained traces of an extremely large amount of Xyrtronic 15. Now, as far as I know, Xyrtronic 15 is a new formula, which is still being tested by the government. From what I understand, it is used when a wound is needed to be left open for a long period of time. Instead of letting the wound heal normally, the chemical attacks the blood cells around it, keeping the wound opened. Besides questioning how she came into contact with such a powerful substance, there is also the question of why it was there? But, even stranger still was the fact that it was mixed with quite a large amount of lead!"
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Max leant against the wall, needing its support from the shock of the news. That was why he couldn't heal her. They had planned it, the FBI had planned it in case something went wrong before she was taken to Washington.
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"Mr Evans, do you know how she came to get it in her blood stream?"
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He shook his head, to stunned to reply with words. He placed his hand on the wall and pushed himself upwards, trying to get as much support from the painted concrete as he could. The words barley came out of his mouth clearly.
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"Is…is she…is she going to be okay?"
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"The medics flushed it out of her blood stream as best they could, but I wouldn't be surprised if her wounds take longer than expected to heal. Your wife is a very strong woman Mr Evans, and extremely lucky. I don't know many people who have gone through the same thing as her and are still around to tell the tale!"
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"Th…thank you!"
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"It's my job! Now, you should be able to take her home in about a week but first I would like to..."
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His voice was in the distance as Max thought about Liz. He knew that they would soon find them, he knew that they needed to leave Roswell as fast as they could, but not until she was better.
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He vision had that medicated, shower curtain haze. She was in a typical hospital room. There was a drip bag and IV pumps on her left, the tube snaking down her arm. The florescent bulb buzzed almost imperceptibly. A small TV on a swinging arm jutted out from the upper right hand corner, credits flashing across the screen, signalling the end of a program.
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The figure of a boy lay asleep in the chair next to the bed, his head resting in his hands. He looked as exhausted as she felt. He rolled his head to the side so her was now facing her, squinting from the sudden light. He opened his eyes fully, not believing what he saw.
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"Max?" came a whimper from the frail body connected to all the machines.
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"Liz! Oh my God, Liz!" He lent over and kissed her gently on the lips, trying not to disturb the fragile figure. "I'm so sorry!" he whispered in her ear as a lone tear rolled down his cheek. It felt good to be in his arms again, his breathing against hers. Even his spiky chin from not shaving felt good against her skin. She whished she could stay encased in his arms forever, but he broke away, trying to be gentle.
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"I should go get a doctor!"
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He sat next to her, holding her hand tightly as the doctor checked did his routine check. Max couldn't stop staring at her; she looked so skinny, so pale. He just wanted to hold her close to him and never let the outside world ever hurt her again. She turned her head on the pillow so she was now facing him. All she had to do was look into his eyes and knew all that he needed to. He squeezed her hand in response, still looking into her eyes. The doctor left her side and went to the end of the bed. Lifting up her folder sitting in the rack at the end, he opened it and scribbled something, before looking up at the couple.
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"Mrs Evans, your very lucky that your husband was able to get you here in time." He walked back to her side and picking up his pen from his pocket, pointed to just below her ribcage. "The bullet entered your chest and nicked the pericardial sac. That caused a large supply of blood to leak into the space between your heart and the sac. The EMT's had trouble locating your vital signs. We had to crack your chest…"
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He stoped, noticing that her eyes were closed. He looked up at the man sitting beside her. His face was worn out, and he looked as if he had to grow up too fast. The way he looked at his wife was almost breathtaking. He studied her so carefully, never letting go of her hand. Max was entranced in her. His eyes looked her over with preciseness, noting every cut, every graze, so he could later heal her. The doctor didn't want to disturb the moment, but there was a matter of urgency that he felt the man should be aware of.
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"Mr Evans, there is something that I would like to talk to you about in private!"
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Max looked up at the doctor, seeing how serious his face was, he kissed her hand and followed him out of the room. They went into a small room across the hall from Liz's.
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"Mr Evans, when the nurses took a sample of her blood, they found something that was quite strange."
brbrbr
Max's whole body tensed up. He clenched his fists and bit his lip, knowing what they had found. Alien blood cells. When Liz started to change all those years ago and she developed powers, it must have affected her blood cells aswell. The doctor continued speaking, noticing the change in the man in front of him.
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"It seems that Liz's blood contained traces of an extremely large amount of Xyrtronic 15. Now, as far as I know, Xyrtronic 15 is a new formula, which is still being tested by the government. From what I understand, it is used when a wound is needed to be left open for a long period of time. Instead of letting the wound heal normally, the chemical attacks the blood cells around it, keeping the wound opened. Besides questioning how she came into contact with such a powerful substance, there is also the question of why it was there? But, even stranger still was the fact that it was mixed with quite a large amount of lead!"
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Max leant against the wall, needing its support from the shock of the news. That was why he couldn't heal her. They had planned it, the FBI had planned it in case something went wrong before she was taken to Washington.
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"Mr Evans, do you know how she came to get it in her blood stream?"
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He shook his head, to stunned to reply with words. He placed his hand on the wall and pushed himself upwards, trying to get as much support from the painted concrete as he could. The words barley came out of his mouth clearly.
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"Is…is she…is she going to be okay?"
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"The medics flushed it out of her blood stream as best they could, but I wouldn't be surprised if her wounds take longer than expected to heal. Your wife is a very strong woman Mr Evans, and extremely lucky. I don't know many people who have gone through the same thing as her and are still around to tell the tale!"
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"Th…thank you!"
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"It's my job! Now, you should be able to take her home in about a week but first I would like to..."
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His voice was in the distance as Max thought about Liz. He knew that they would soon find them, he knew that they needed to leave Roswell as fast as they could, but not until she was better.
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